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A cruel irony


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Originally uploaded by deepanjan_nag.
Nature, it seems, is hell bent upon retiring my mental faculties...and is consequently garnering all its resources.
I don't know whether it was the Net connection that was acting up or IE going through one of its periods. Maybe the web server was the conspirator & simply refused to serve me right...and when pressed too hard, served me with a vengeance. Whatever be the reason, the multiple post is its manifestation.
I've decided not to purge the superfluous posts. They occupy additional server space. That's punitive enough!

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Anonymous said…
If its the net connection you are safe but if its IE and one of her periods you better update the anti virus or ur pc would get the flu
Thursday, March 31, 2005 7:58:00 AM
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